Voices
I didn't quite follow the rules...
I used no tags at all.
Well here goes:
"The doors are closing. The doors are closing. Please step away from the doors."
"God I hate that."
"Hate what?"
"That voice. I hear it every goddamn morning all damn morning."
"I kinda like her."
"Like her? You don't even know her. How can you say you like her?"
"We are now leaving the station."
"And why the hell does she have to say that - it's not like we can't see we are leaving the station."
"It's how she says things. Kinda forceful, yet pleasant. I like that."
"You like the forceful type? What are you saying? You like to be controlled?"
"Naah. All I am saying is that she just has a pleasant voice."
"But don't you ever get sick of it? The same damn message over and over again. I mean come on it must grate on you."
"Sorry."
"Oh, what? No problem."
"What happened?"
"She just stepped on my foot."
"Wow."
"What?"
"She said sorry. Don't hear that very often these days. When was the last time you said sorry?"
"I don't know. Don't keep track."
"I don't think I've ever heard you say sorry."
"Why are you on my ass now?"
"You have never said sorry to me."
"Look, let's not get into this here."
"Why not here? It's not as if we ever talk at home."
"Look, sometimes I just like some peace and quiet at home - is that so hard to understand?"
"Excuse me sir, this is my stop."
"What the hell? Did we wake up in the twilight zone? What is with everyone being so polite?"
"Maybe they know."
"They can't possibly know."
"You know sometimes you speak out loud when we are talking."
"How would you know?"
"They way people react. The way they look at you."
"Well they can't see you, you're dead."
"Why do you keep bringing that up? I know that and you know that. You know if you keep saying that out loud they might just lock you up."
"Oh shut up and go away."
"What?! Who the hell do you think you are mister? Telling an old lady to shut up. Hmmpf."
"Dammit, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to him."
"Who."
"Never mind. This is my stop - have a fantastic life."
I used no tags at all.
Well here goes:
"The doors are closing. The doors are closing. Please step away from the doors."
"God I hate that."
"Hate what?"
"That voice. I hear it every goddamn morning all damn morning."
"I kinda like her."
"Like her? You don't even know her. How can you say you like her?"
"We are now leaving the station."
"And why the hell does she have to say that - it's not like we can't see we are leaving the station."
"It's how she says things. Kinda forceful, yet pleasant. I like that."
"You like the forceful type? What are you saying? You like to be controlled?"
"Naah. All I am saying is that she just has a pleasant voice."
"But don't you ever get sick of it? The same damn message over and over again. I mean come on it must grate on you."
"Sorry."
"Oh, what? No problem."
"What happened?"
"She just stepped on my foot."
"Wow."
"What?"
"She said sorry. Don't hear that very often these days. When was the last time you said sorry?"
"I don't know. Don't keep track."
"I don't think I've ever heard you say sorry."
"Why are you on my ass now?"
"You have never said sorry to me."
"Look, let's not get into this here."
"Why not here? It's not as if we ever talk at home."
"Look, sometimes I just like some peace and quiet at home - is that so hard to understand?"
"Excuse me sir, this is my stop."
"What the hell? Did we wake up in the twilight zone? What is with everyone being so polite?"
"Maybe they know."
"They can't possibly know."
"You know sometimes you speak out loud when we are talking."
"How would you know?"
"They way people react. The way they look at you."
"Well they can't see you, you're dead."
"Why do you keep bringing that up? I know that and you know that. You know if you keep saying that out loud they might just lock you up."
"Oh shut up and go away."
"What?! Who the hell do you think you are mister? Telling an old lady to shut up. Hmmpf."
"Dammit, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to him."
"Who."
"Never mind. This is my stop - have a fantastic life."
posted by Daniel at 11:02 AM
3 Comments:
Hee! I love eavesdropping on bickering couples. This one takes the cake. Nice twist.
I did sort of lose track of who was speaking, after the stranger said, "sorry" but I'll assume that the ghost is the 'nice' voice throughout, and the living dude is the complainer.
I liked this a lot.
That's all I have to say.
Really amazing! Useful information. All the best.
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